Wheel and Deal

*Iolaire* · 11-19-2019, 01:18 PM

Lucretia refused the piece of herb infused meat and Iolaire shrugged. Her loss. She didn't know what sort of maladies, mental or physical, the other healer had going for her. She took no offense to the refusal even before the other woman voiced it. She could and would still enjoy her lunch. As she ate, she thought of what a pity it was that Bourbon wasn't here. The dog could have run a bit of interference. Plus Iolaire liked dogs. Lucretia's discomfort was fairly obvious in both stature and expression. The dog may have helped to put her at ease. Where had that raccoon gotten to?

As Iolaire ended her explanation, she could see the gears turning in Lucretia's head. The woman's brow furrowed profusely as if she was deep in thought, trying to come to terms with the information provided. Eventually, she spoke. Of course she was worried about her sister. That was what sisters did, she was sure. Not that she'd ever had one. She did have a brother though and she worried about that big lug all the time. Especially because he was so foolhardy and quick to throw himself into dangerous situations. She loved him though and it was obvious that Lucretia loved Deathbelle. It was good to know that her paramour had someone in her corner that cared.

A chill wind blew towards them. It was true that the spring had been rather cold. However, there was a tinge of warmth on the wind. A smell that you'd lose unless you knew what to look for. Carrying on the conversation, Iolaire spoke in her soft, accented tones. The supplies that I delivered should help to tide the Ashen over while the land corrects itself. Warmer times are coming. I can smell it on the wind. As a woman with thirsty paws, Iolaire had traveled far and wide. She had worked on tracking the weather and was fairly certain that her prediction was correct.

Directing her gaze back to the woman nearby, Iolaire canted her head ever so slightly, onyx ears flicking forward. Tell me about yourself, Lucretia. She left the request vague on purpose. The information provided would tell Iolaire a lot about the woman. She was a little curious.

Speech

Login
Username:
Password:	Lost Password?
	Remember me